FALLACY

Disclaimer: I Don’t own Harry Potter nor do I make any money from this story, Just having some fun with the Characters



Pairings: Hermione/Blaise; Harry/Draco; Side Pairings: Bella/Rodolphus; Lucius/Narcissa; Severus/Remus; James/Lily, Tom/Sirius (and some other surprise pairings)



Warnings: Preg, Mpreg, graphic sex scenes, swearing, abuse, cutting



FALLACY



Chapter Twelve



When Harry awoke in the morning he was greeted with the sight of his boyfriend asleep next to him, the blonds hair in disaray from sleep. He smiled and leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Draco’s lips. He lay back down and snuggled back up to the other boy, closing his eyes.

A hand came up and caressed his cheek. He sat up a bit to look into Draco’s eyes, “Your awake.”



Draco smiled, “How can anyone sleep after such a sweet kiss like that and that delectable body of your snuggled against me?”

Harry gave a start, “I’m not-”



Draco stopped him by placing a finger to Harry’s lips, “Yes, you are. You are very gorgeous and sexy. Anyone who tells you otherwise is blind or stupid.”



Harry just curled back up to his side and sighed. Draco silently raged at the Muggles who made his love feel less than nothing. Who would tell a small boy that he was unwanted and ugly. A ‘freak’ Harry had told him once.



“Come on, Harry. We need to get to breakfast. Someone will question where you’ve been. We gotta get up.”



Harry sighed and sat back up, “OK, if we have to.”



Draco smiled at him. He acted to child like sometimes. He turned to look at the other beds and was relieved to find them empty. The others must have gone to breakfast already. He didn’t want to hear Nott’s complaints again.



Together they dressed and headed up to the Great Hall. They entered separately a few minutes after each other. Draco watched Harry as he made his way to the Gryffindor table. He noticed that Weasley and Finnigan began to question him as to where he’d been. He was relieved to see that Hermione intervened and the two of them sat with their heads together talking quietly.



Draco turned his gaze back to Weasley and saw that the red head was looking at the two of then oddly. For someone who professed to be their best friend he looked as if he expected the two of them to sprout horns and scales and start shooting off Dark hexes.



A commotion at the Head table caught his attention and he turned his head. He immediately noticed the two missing professors, Snape and Dumbledore.



Draco sneered as Umbridge went to the podium and cleared her throat. Then again. And again. Until McGonagall stood and the Hall quieted. Umbridge gave a sniff in the sudden quiet and then she spoke.



“Due to certain circumstances Professor Dumbledore has been relieved of his duty as Headmaster and the Ministry has placed me in charge until a new Headmaster or Headmistress is appointed.”



Murmurings broke out in the Hall. Umbridge cleared her throat again. The murmuring stopped.



“Until such time the Ministry has named me High Inquisitor and Acting Headmistress. And for the first order of business all students are required to dress appropriately in school attire.”



Loud jeering broke out at the Gryffindor table and Umbridge screeched, “Silence! This school has been completely lacking of late, and I will have it brought to order! Now, you are all dismissed to your classes. Anyone who dawdles will receive detention!”



Draco gaped in astonishment. Where’s Dumbledore? And for that matter where was his godfather?! Severus Snape would never have missed his classes no matter how much he complains. He chanced a glance at Harry and gave him an encouraging smile. He smiled back.



He needed to write his father to find out what’s happening with the Board of Governors if they are allowing Umbridge to run the school.



DMHPDMHPDMHP



The house was run down, a part of the roof had caved in,but it was his home. The place where he had grown up, where he’d experienced his first kiss… and the place where his little sister was killed. He’d never been back since… until now.



The broken man beside him clung to him as they made their way into the house. Albus went to the least ruined part of the house, the kitchen, and sat Gellert on a bench near the table. He suppressed a shudder as his memories assailed him. With a wave of his wand he cast a general scourgify around the room. It was a little better. He glanced at the man sitting huddled on the bench.



They’d almost not made it out of Nurmengard. His bones ached from the strain he’d put on them. He was not used to exertion any more.

“Gel, I need to find out what’s been happening while I was gone. Will you be alright here for a few minutes?”



Gellert raised his head slowly and looked into Albus’ eyes, “Al… am I really out of there? Or is this just a dream?”



Albus sighed, maybe he wasn’t so sane after all. He smiled at him, “Yes, love, you are free. And you can meet your grandson soon.”



“Grandson? I have a grandson? I had a child, Al… I’m so sorry I never told you… so sorry.” The man started to weep. “I don’t even know if it was a girl or boy… they just took it as soon as I delivered. My baby… gone…”



Albus had tears in his own eyes and he went and cradled Gellert in his arms. He still could not believe all of it himself. Lily was his daughter… and Harry his grandson… Great Merlin! What was the Ministry doing by separating families like this! Lily should at least had a paternity test preformed on her. Why did they give her to Muggles?



With a heavy sigh he stood with Gellert still wrapped in his arms. He then transfigured the bench into a comfortable couch and laid Gellert down, covering him with his cloak. Moving over to the fireplace he pulled a puch of floo powder from within his robes. Lighting the fire and throwing a pinch he called out, “Malfoy Manor!” and stuck his head into the flames.



ADGGADGGADGGADGG



Severus awoke with a start and cried out, “Remy!”



He felt a hand on his shoulder pushing ham back down and a gentle voice in his ear, “Sev, it’s ok. Remus is safe and you child is safe. Your at Malfoy Manor.”



“Lily!” Severus looked up and beheld his childhood friend, Coppery red hair and emerald green eyes the shone with life. “How? Where have you been? Harry… Petunia…”



Lily sighed, “I know Sev, Lucius told us what happened to him. But our story is a little more complex and I will explain it all once Remus is awake. Now, I believe you son is awake and has been calling for you. Sirius and James have him occupied in the kitchen try to feed him cereal.”



Severus gave a small laugh, “He won’t eat cereal, Remy feeds him hotcakes and eggs every morning.”



“Well then, you might want to go rescue them, last I saw James was covered in milk and Sirius had cereal clinging to his hair.”



“Then by all means, let’s go rescue my son.”



“Severus! That’s not what I meant!”



As they made their way towards the kitchen they could hear the laughter of a child and exclamations of the men. They came upon a scene of great hilarity. James and Sirius, both covered in milk and cereal, were huddled under the table as Conall, standing on the table with a spoon, would wack at them if he saw them. The boy was completely clean, no milk or cereal covered the two year old.



Lily gave a laugh and the boy turned his head. With a cry of, “Papa!” he launched himself off the table and into Severus’ arms. Severus held his sone to him tightly.



Conall pulled his little head back and asked his father, “Where Daddy?”



Severus smiled, “Daddy is sleeping and will wake very soon, but for now how about I make you breakfast?”



James poked his head out from under the table, “He didn’t want breakfast. Kept throwing the stuff at us.”



Severus sniggered at the disheveled look of his one time nemesis, “He won’t eat cereal, he likes pancakes and eggs.”



Sirius dragged himself out from under the table, “Then why didn’t the little brat tell us that?”



Lily smirked at him, almost reminiscent of a Malfoy, “Goofy, you really think that he’d be talking to us when both the boy’s parents were out cold? He was a little traumatized himself too you know.”



Sirius just grumbled and left to take a shower. James shook his head and followed his best friend. “We’ll be back once the coast is clear. I don’t need another milk bath.” He gave Lily a peck on the cheek and left.



RLSSRLSSRLSSRLSS



Peter Pettigrew, aka Wormtail, quailed under the wrath of his true master. It was just recently found out that the Potters were missing from Azkaban. They had known of the other breakouts, it was all approved by his master, but the Potters were not on the list of those the Death Eaters were suppose to be released. They hadn’t been obliviated and could cause serious harm to their cause if they talked to the wrong prople.



The cruciatus curse hit him again and spittle dribbled from his mouth and he prayed that his master wouldn’t make him go mad like the Longbottoms.



TBC…